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Previously on "Dallas"... You will screw up.
I mean, everybody does.
You just have to get in the dirt with life anyway
and kick its ass more than it kicks yours.
What are you doing back here?
I need to make things right. Here.
Give this to Emma, okay?
I started the fire. I was drunk.
And I saw their wedding invitation,
and I lit it on fire.
Thanks for trying to save my aunt.
Thanks for saving me.
Oh, I missed you.
- I bought you a bull. -
- This guy look like a spinner? - Definitely.
You tried to kill yourself.
I did what I did so that every time
you think about screwing that piece of trash,
all you'll be able to see is me on the floor
with my eyes rolled back in my head.
All I could think of was how lucky I was
to have you in my life.
And now I wonder what secrets you're keeping from me,
are you kicking me out?
That son of a bitch Ryland sent a video
to Pamela of me and Emma having sex.
How do you know it was Ryland?
Who the hell else would do something like that?
If Elena found out you were using her pain
over our father's death
just to pay a debt to drug dealers,
she would despise you.
With what I've done, I'm going to hell.
I'll save you a seat.
You should have listened.
Aah!
What the hell you doing?
Everything I did
is because of J.R. and his damn masterpiece,
and look where that got me.
J.R. told you what to do,
but he didn't tell you how to do it.
He wanted you to get Ryland Transport,
not sleep with Emma Ryland.
I don't blame J.R.
I blame myself for trying to be J.R.
Emma almost died today, and that is on me.
But sending her that video... That's just cruel,
and you mark my word
that somebody's gonna pay for it.
That why you called me here today?
Yeah. I got to be sure that Harris Ryland
sent that video before we pull the trigger.
I'm on it.
That letter was the last thing J.R. ever wrote.
Don't do something you'll live to regret.
I was making breakfast.
You hungry, mijo?
Thanks, Carmen.
But I got to get back to the hospital.
Come in, Derrick.
Why is it every time you appear on my doorstep,
I just know I'm gonna have a bad day?
I'm not here to see you, Mr. Ewing.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Ramos.
I have terrible news.
I am so sorry.
Pamela almost died because of that video.
I... I never meant for that to happen.
I told you that sending that video would crush her.
How could you do that?
I thought if I could turn Pamela,
I could put an end to all this for you.
You went behind my back, and then you lied to me.
Mama.
Mami, calm down.
I can't... I can't understand you.
What?!
No.
What is it?
No.
My brother's dead.
Dallas S03E35 "Dead Reckoning"
Sync and corrected by Gianluca Belfiglio
Mama.
- Mija. - Mama.
What happened?
A hunter found him early this morning on your father's land.
They think it was suicide.
- Suicide? - No.
Andres would never take his own life.
Never.
Carmen, Drew came to Christopher a few days ago,
and he was crazy with grief over the explosion.
Drew came to see me, too.
He was upset, but my boy wouldn't take his own life.
Ms. Ramos?
Detective Linnell.
I'm the lead on your son's case.
We're gonna need someone from the family
to positively I.D. the body.
It only has to be one of you.
- I'll go. - No.
We'll all go together.
Aay, mijo, no.
Oh, no.
Enough.
That's him.
No.
No.
That apartment wasn't much bigger than this room.
Yeah. We couldn't even sit at the kitchen table
when the oven door was open.
- It was awful. - We didn't mind, though.
- - We were happy.
Yeah.
I know I threw all that away
- the first time I got hurt. - Ah.
I know. I'm sorry.
Yeah. That's, uh...
Been here all night. I figured you could use it.
- Thank you. - How you feeling?
I'm hanging in there.
I'll be back in a bit.
Yeah. Of course.
Can't they give him anything more for the pain?
He's refusing everything.
He's determined to do it differently this time.
Right.
I was surprised, too.
Maybe this was the wake-up call he needed, you know?
Just wish he didn't have to break his back
to figure it out.
Remember the neurologist I told you about from U.T.?
- The one who's booked like a gazillion months in advance? - Yeah.
She's flying in today from Houston.
Oh, my God.
That's amazing. Thank you.
Bo will be back on his feet in no time.
You'll see.
You're so not like any of the guys I've been with.
I'm not sure what you want me to say.
I guess I want you to be honest.
Okay.
I honestly want you to leave.
Oh, good.
You can go now.
My mother-in-law will make sure I don't slit my wrists.
We'll continue this later.
Thank you for seeing me.
The choice was between you and Dr. Suicide-Watch.
Don't be too flattered.
Don't worry. I'm not.
Dr. Sussman says he needs to be convinced
that I'm not a danger to myself
before he'll discharge me.
It's ridiculous.
Is it?
I wasn't trying to kill myself.
I was just making a point.
There are other ways of making a point
than, uh, swallowing a whole bottle of pills.
Careful.
I'm suddenly longing for the doctor.
You almost died
trying to make John Ross and Emma pay.
What you need to come to terms with
is the fact that you were willing
to throw your life away,
And maybe then they'll, uh...
let you out of here.
Why do I need to be on some damn list?
I am her husband.
I know you're not taking that tone with me, sir.
I'll tell you what.
You put me on that list,
I will give you two weeks' salary.
Fine. Three weeks'.
I'm starting to realize why your name's not on the list.
Now, plant your ass over there in those seats
before I plant it for you.
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